Upon hearing Yara Keats's reply, Timothy York said nothing and tossed his suit jacket aside.
Yara Keats didn't look at him, continuing to fiddle with the trinkets before her, but she was keenly aware from the corner of her eye that Timothy York had once again come to stand in front of her.
Yara Keats slowly lifted her head, wanting to see Timothy York's reaction.
But Timothy York's face was still impassive. He just stared at his phone, searching for something as he asked, "Was that the housekeeping service arranged by building management?"
Yara Keats propped her chin on her hand, watching him with an intrigued expression. She nodded, then said, "You can't be serious. Are you really going to get back things that have already been thrown away? Aren't you grossed out?"
Timothy York didn't answer her. He simply dialed the building management's number. "This is Timothy York. I want all the things that were cleared out of my apartment today brought back."
